Unrivaled in Immortality

The White Bone Clone bent down and fumbled around for a while, took out a storage bag, and then headed towards the corpse with a pierced head without looking back.

This was just a small episode. Even though this person had some means, his realm was there after all. It was obviously impossible to cross the level and kill this kind of casual cultivator.

When he came to the man and looked at his unwilling eyes, the White Bone Clone felt strange and didn't understand why the man in front of him became like this.

From his clothes, the White Bone Clone could probably guess his identity. This was the foundation-building cultivator who took the initiative to enter the cave.

At that time, he took the initiative to enter the cave, which left a deep impression on the White Bone Clone. Now the cave has become like that, and this person has become like this. What about the others? Did they all die in the cave?

The White Bone Clone thought about it, and reached into his arms to feel around, but didn't touch anything.

He searched the man's body inside and out, but couldn't find the storage bag. Then he kicked the body aside, and sure enough, a storage bag was pressed under him.

The white-bone clone picked up the storage bag and planned to leave.

But he looked at the body and the magma, thinking that he should destroy the body, so he picked up his leg and walked to the edge of the magma.

At this moment, he suddenly saw the man's clenched right fist, which aroused his interest.

He put the body's legs on the ground, broke his fingers one by one, and then opened his right hand, and saw a fiery red bead in front of him.

The white-bone clone pinched the bead and looked at it carefully, but he couldn't see why, but the thing that this man held in his hand until his death must not be simple. He kept it close to his body, and then kicked the body on the ground into the magma.

Afterwards, he came to the headless corpse and kicked him into the lava.

Then, he picked up his bag and left.

He kept walking along the way and met many people or monsters on the road.

Some of these people wanted to rob him, but they all became his dead souls.

Finally, when his soul power could last for a day, the white bone clone left the secret realm of fire.

After leaving the secret realm of fire, he ran all the way in one direction. During this period, he met some people, but they were all attracted by the secret realm of fire and ignored the white bone clone.

But there are always exceptions. A figure stopped in front of the white bone clone with a flying sword.

The white bone clone ignored it and continued to run forward.

"Stop, kid. Don't blame me for being merciless." The figure looked at the armored figure running on his own without paying any attention to him. For a moment, he felt that he was ignored, and a feeling of anger surged in his heart.

He pointed at the skeleton clone with a sneer on his face, and then a yellowish-brown arrow shot out at the skeleton clone.

The skeleton clone turned around to block it, and there was a "clang" sound, and the sound of metal clashing came, and the monk's face suddenly changed.

"Blocked?" He murmured with difficulty.

This ordinary attack of his, ordinary Qi Condensation Peak monks have to use their strongest means to block it, and now it is indeed easily blocked by the man in front of him, and this man has not used his physical strength.

After the skeleton clone blocked this attack, he looked at the man standing in the air.

At this moment, Wang Yong was also rushing over here...

"Fellow Daoist, you have a good method." The early foundation building monk looked at the skeleton clone and looked over, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

At first, he saw this man running wildly on the ground with two packages on his back, and thought he was a Qi Condensation monk who could easily rob, but he didn't expect that his physical strength was so strong, not weaker than that of a foundation building monk.

"Why are you running on the ground? Can't you fly? You're carrying two packages on your back. You must be doing it on purpose!" He couldn't help but complain in his heart, but a smile appeared on his face.

"Haha, fellow Daoist, walk slowly. I just slipped and couldn't stop it." He looked at the white-bone clone and said with a smile.

The white-bone clone ignored him, and of course the white-bone clone didn't speak.

The white-bone clone took off the two packages on his body and put them on the ground, then looked at the cultivator in the air and hooked his finger at him.

The cultivator frowned immediately, and his face became ugly. He didn't want to fight with a cultivator of the same realm.

It wasn't long since he broke through to the foundation-building stage. He was used to keeping a low profile in the Qi Condensation stage. He was a little uncomfortable when he suddenly broke through to the foundation-building stage, but later, under the compliments of some Qi Condensation cultivators, he threw his previous low profile behind his mind.

Gradually, whenever he saw a lone Qi Condensation cultivator, he would approach him to have a conversation. Although he would not rob him every time he met him, he would often teach him a lesson and make him afraid.

This time, he knew that he had encountered a tough opponent, a perverted Foundation Establishment cultivator who did not rely on magic tools to fly, but relied on his strong physical strength to run wildly on the ground. To be honest, he did not want to conflict with the Foundation Establishment cultivator in front of him. He was afraid that he could not beat him. After all, his physical body was so strong, how could his strength be worse? This time, he really kicked the iron plate, and a beating was inevitable.

He slowly descended, and the flying sword fell from his feet into his hands. He then said with a smile: "Daoyou really misunderstood. I saw that you didn't have a magic weapon in your hand because you were traveling on your legs. I just happened to have a third-grade magic weapon, Xuanhuang Feisha Sword, so I gave it to you. Just consider it as making friends. You should know that you and I are both foundation-building cultivators. It's hard to say who will win or lose in this fight."

Half submissive and half threatening, he then took out a yellow flying sword and stuck it into the ground.

The white bone clone crossed his arms and seemed to be considering this matter. Seeing that this matter was feasible, the cultivator quickly said: "Daoyou, don't hesitate. I sincerely want to make friends with you."

"I also want to make friends with you!" A voice sounded behind him.

He just wanted to look back, and suddenly his eyes were covered with blood red. He just wanted to speak, but the pain in his body stopped him from talking.

"Ah...Ah...Ah!!!!"

The voice became more and more hoarse. From the outside, only a blood cocoon could be seen, and a handsome boy stood next to the blood cocoon.

This boy was Wang Yong.

After a few breaths, the sea of ​​blood was taken back, leaving only a storage bag and a few drops of blood essence floating in the air.

Wang Yong collected the storage bag and put the blood essence into a small jade bottle.

Then the white bone clone came to Wang Yong with two packages.